She reached down and slid her hand under her black jean skirt and realized that she’d left her thongs in the truck. “Oh fuck it,” she muttered a...d motored on, her full red bush on display for the truckers. She looked over at Lauren and her legs were splayed open as well, showing her light brown, short bush to every trucker that happened to glance over. Neither one cared. They were both wet with sweat since Red, the old ’99 Corolla, had no A/C. Mom, 43, tall, pale-skinned and with a bright red. I nodded. His experienced hands began smoothing the cream into my cock. He then began to milk me, still stroking in more and more cream with his free hand.I began to buck gently in sympathy. The horse wasn't the most comfortable place to be tossed off, but its padding meant I could join in the fun a little. As the last of the cream was smoothed in, I felt a wetness on my balls as his breath betrayed him against my skin. He licked boldly from sack to anal pucker with the flat of his tongue. It. ..David felt the rumble through his body as the 4:57 local passed by as hewalked down the well worn path.He'd felt the passage of many trains, over the years. Walking down theroadbed, through the woods, was David's favorite place to think, to makedecisions. It was a safe place; a place where the world couldn't touchhim, for a while, at least.A place where his father couldn't yell at him."You listen to me. David! I am not going to listen to anymore bullshitabout you going to some sissy shit. I jump at the slaps, feeling the warmth spread through the cheeks and I eagerly wait for more. You don't slap me with your hands though, instead I feel the sting of the belt, one on each cheek followed by your tender caress. I shiver at your touch, but then you push my legs apart as far as the panties around my knees will allow. Your fingers move between my red cheeks and find my ball sack and you wrap your fingers around each ball stroking and then pinching each one. This makes me jump and I.